Young Canada's Nursery Rhymes

Was not that a dainty dish to set before a King?

Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;
If I had as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry, young lambs to sell.
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,
I never would cry, young lambs to sell.

Ding, dong, bell; Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.
Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor Pussy Cat.

Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
And let's drink tea.
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They're all gone away.

Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under a chair.

Blow, wind blow—
And go, mill, go—
That the miller
May grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And bring us some hot in the morn.

Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs upon my word
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary;
And near the cage she'd often sit
To hear her own canary.

Tom, he was a piper's son.
He learned to play when he was young.
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was "Over the hills and far away."
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard him they began to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.

I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee.
There were comfits in the cabin
And apples in the hold,
The sails were made of silk,
The masts were made of gold.

What's the news of the day, good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon is gone up to the moon.

There were two birds sat on a stone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away, and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!

A sunshiny shower
Won't last half an hour.

Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a style, jump he went over.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

Hush a by, Baby
On the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock:
When the bough bends the cradle will fall.
Down will come Baby cradle and all.

Matthew,
Mark,
Luke,
And John.
Guard the bed that I lie on
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head,
One to watch, and one to pray,